"I should be careful, if I were you. Even — “
"Ha!" cried the doctor, loosing his breath in a gust. "What ho! 'Drinc heil' — as the Saxon toast was. Mud in your eye! I never thought I should find it, but here it is. Heh. Heh-heh-heh." He turned a beaming face. "Look here, on the outer edge of the balustrade. There's a worn place I can put my thumb in. And another, not so worn, on the side towards us."
"Well, what about it?" demanded Sir Benjamin. "Look here, I shouldn't mess about with that. You never know."
"Antiquarian research. We must celebrate this. Come along, gentlemen. I don't think there's anything more out here."
Sir Benjamin looked at him suspiciously as they reentered the Governor's Room. He demanded:
"If you saw anything, I'm hanged if I did. What has it got to do with the murder, anyhow?"
"Nothing whatever, man! That is," said Dr. Fell, "only indirectly. Of course, if it weren't for those two worn places in the stone… Still, I don't know." He rubbed his hands together. "I say, do you remember what old Anthony's motto was? He had it stamped on his books, and his rings, and Lord knows what all. Did you ever see it?
"So," the chief constable said, narrowing his eyes, "we come back to Anthony again, do we? No. I never saw his motto. - But unless you have anything more to suggest, we'd better get out of here and pay a visit to the Hall. Come, now! What's this all about?"
Dr. Fell took a last glance about the gloomy room.
"The motto," he said, "was 'Omnia mea mecum porto' ‘All that belongs to me I carry with me.' Eh? Think it over. Look here, what about a bottle of beer?"